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Nicole Wermers
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I say ‘first’ because Wermers is a sculptor and the photographs she takes are only one part of this artwork. The second kind of space is illusionary: it’s the space multiplied (and divided) by mirrors and other reflective surfaces.
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The spaces she shows us are first, rooms: those Rococo chambers of the Musée Rodin, where sculptures and plaster casts of Auguste Rodin and Camille Claudel are on display to the public.
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Nicole Wermers usually finds herself among the ranks of the image appropriators, but for the Buhuu Suite she made the photographs herself.
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Ghosts inhabit these rooms and challenge our presence (a Burgher of Calais makes us feel distinctly unwelcome).
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The third space is her own: a sculptural terrain born of the union of the photograph (now with its neat package of conventional spaces) with polished geometrical fittings – round and rectangular steel clips – cold steel dots and dashes which seem to comment on the works below in impenetrable Modernist prose. Wermers enjoys this cultural clash: the grey zone is the space where she is most at home.
Text by William A Ewing